So this is for Guiltypleasures because she asked if I would write the episode where Dean finds out he's the Michael vessel with a hint of Memphis/Cas. Okay well I went a little over board with the Memphis/Cas but I hope you guys like it and it adds a couple Flashbacks to other episodes to explain some stuff. I hope everyone likes it and if you want me to write an episode adding Memphis into just message me and let me know. By the way, I haven't been on fanfiction in forever but I do read all your lovely reviews and I want to thank you all so much. It means the world to me. So here ya go! Oh and I haven't published anything on here in a while so excuse the fact that none of the paragraphs are indented, I don't feel like doing it lol OH and the names of places are different because I forgot what the actual ones are and didn't have time to look them up.

The last time Memphis saw Castiel was at Chuck, the prophet's house, right before he beamed Dean and her to a church where Sam had just killed Lilith. That's where they were right this second. The hole of hell was opening up and blinding light was shining through. Memphis had stabbed Ruby with the help of Sam and now hell was opening up right before their eyes.

Memphis looked at her brothers. "So I'm thinking…exit stage right?"

Dean grabbed her hand and Sam's jacket and pulled them to the door. The doors slammed shut in front of them and then an ear piercing sound started. Memphis grabbed her ears and fell to her knees. Dean pulled Sam and Memphis close trying to protect them from whatever was about to rise up out of the hole. Memphis closed her eyes tightly.

When she opened them she was sitting on a plane. Memphis looked around quickly and saw Dean and Sam sitting behind her looking just as confused.

"Guys, what the hell happened?"

They both shrugged and then the pilot's voice was heard over the loud speaker.

"Ladies and Gentleman we are now passing over Chilton."

Dean was now really confused. "Chilton? Weren't we just there?"

The pilot's voice rang through again. "Feel free to get up and stretch your legs…Holy crap!"

The plane started to nose dive, the oxygen masks fell down, and all three Winchester's put them on in a hurry. Dean looked out the window and saw a huge white light come up from the ground and practically hit them.

The plane touched down safely so the Winchester's found the Impala and hauled ass to Shellfire where Chuck lived. Memphis was in the back of the car trying to ignore the tension between all three of them.

"Dean, Memphis…" Sam started.

"Don't Sam." Dean cut him off. "Just don't. It's over. We need to find Cas and we need to figure out what the hell is going on."

Sam turned around to Memphis. "Are you okay?"

"With what? The fact that the apocalypse has started? Or that my brothers and I are the ones that caused it. Or could it be that I am worried to death about Cas? No Sam, I am not okay." He looked completely hurt so Memphis tried to smile. "But I am happy you are back and Ruby is dead. I missed you, little brother."

Memphis leaned up, kissed his cheek, and ruffled his hair. Sam turned back around with a slight smile on his face while Memphis laid across the back seat and let tears fill her eyes. Dean knew she was upset and even though he couldn't see her, he knew she was crying.

"Memphis, he's going to be okay. I promise."

The brothers knew about the small relationship between Memphis and Castiel. They knew how it was killing her not knowing if Cas was alright or not. Memphis closed her eyes and let the memories of her first meeting with Castiel run through her mind.


It was Halloween, Memphis' least favorite holiday, because something bad always happens on Halloween. They were in a town where people were dying in all ways related to All Hallows Eve. It was getting ridiculous so the Winchester's decided to step in. Dean and Sam were going back to their hotel room after questioning the last witness while Memphis went to grab food. When Sam walked in he saw someone inside and immediately raised his gun but Dean stepped in front of it.

"No! Sam, it's okay! This is Castiel, the angel." Dean noticed a large black man by the window in the back. "Him, I don't know."

Sam dropped the gun and smiled. "Oh my god…oh I'm sorry…I didn't mean to…It's an honor to meet you."

Sam held out his hand but it took Castiel a minute to shake it.

"Samuel Winchester. The boy with the demon blood. We are glad to hear that you have ceased your extra curricular activities."

"Let's keep it that way." The other angel muttered.

Memphis walked through the door at the moment with three bags in her hand. She didn't even take notice of the extra people instead she threw the food on the table.

"Okay Sammy boy, I got you your girly salad, Dean, bacon cheeseburger, and I grabbed a cheese steak. Eat up."

Dean rolled his eyes at his sister. "Miss Oblivious. This is Castiel, the angel."

Memphis looked up and almost stopped breathing. The man standing by Sam was gorgeous. He was tall, dark brown hair, ice blue eyes, and he was wearing a black disheveled suit with a tan trench coat over top of it. However, it wasn't his look that got to her. It was his presence. He was strong, mysterious, and yet so beautiful. There was something about him that caught Memphis off guard but she never showed it.

"Oh hey, Castiel, right? That's the angel of Thursday?" Sam and Dean gave her a confused look. "What? I read."

"The Bible?" Sam said with a laugh.

"Well no, but I practically grew up reading every book Bobby has and angels were in some of them."

Castiel stepped forward and held out his hand to Memphis. She took it and tried to ignore the shiver it sent down her spine. By the look on Castiel's face she could tell he felt something too.

"Memphis Winchester. Although you were born in the middle of two infamous men, you were not forgotten by the angels. Many have tuned into your life."

The black man chuckled. "Yes and a very interesting life you have led."

Memphis looked at Dean. "Who's that?"

Castiel answered her. "This is Uriel. A fellow angel of the Lord."

Uriel stepped forward and looked at Memphis first. "It's an honor to meet you, Memphis. You will play a large role a lot later in this war. Some of us are hesitant that you will actually be able to do it. You have always slipped under the radar but only some know of your true potential."

Memphis quirked an eyebrow at him. "I think you're mistaken. I'm not the important one. I just keep the chaos to a minimum."

Castiel shook his head. "You doubt yourself but you shouldn't."

Dean didn't want to bring his sister in this mess so he changed the subject. "What are you doing here, Cas? We've got this one under control. We have to stop the summoning of Samhain."

"You are to do no such thing." Uriel stated firmly.

"Why?" Memphis asked while biting into her cheese steak.

Sam hit her arm. "Dude, can you not stuff your face for two seconds?"

"I'm hungry! I haven't eaten in like two days."

Castiel ignored the quarrel between the younger siblings and addressed Dean. "Because you won't be able to stop the summoning and if Samhain is summoned that is another seal broken. So you need to leave this town immediately."

"We'll be taking over from here." Uriel added.

"He is right; all three of you need to leave as soon as you can so we can take care of the problem." Cas said.

Memphis sat on her bed and replied, "Nope."

"What?" Castiel and Uriel asked in unison.

"I said, no."

"You dare to disobey us?" Uriel asked menacingly.

"Yep. This is our job. It's a plain and simple one. I plan on not following your orders."

Sam stepped forward. "What did you mean by you would take care of it?"

Castiel looked at him. "We will take out the entire town."

Memphis started laughing. "I love that you use the term "take out" when what you really mean is, "smite the entire town". No way."

Dean nodded. "She's right. We're not letting you kill an entire town."

"You don't have a choice." Uriel stated.

Memphis got up from the bed and moved to stand in front of both of her brothers. She was toe to toe with Uriel while Castiel stood rigid next to him.

"Of course we have a choice. You won't touch us because you need Dean and Sam."

Dean finished her thought process. "So if you want to smite this town then you're going to have to do it with us in it."

Uriel looked at Memphis. "Like I said, everyone underestimates you, Memphis because of your lifestyle…"

"What do you mean my lifestyle?" Memphis asked taking obvious offense.

"Bar hopping and bed hopping is not attractive on a woman. This caused most angels to brush you off as useless but some of us, Castiel and myself included, know that you will do great things."

Memphis rolled her eyes. "Get the hell out of here. I'm sick of talking to you."

Castiel put a hand on Uriel's shoulder. "Let's go."

Uriel gave Memphis another look. "You don't know how to take a compliment, do you?"

Dean chuckled. "Yeah, not one of her strong suits."

The angels disappeared in the blink of an eye. Dean, Sam, and Memphis ended up saving the entire town. While Sam packed up the motel, Dean and Memphis sat together on a bench at the local playground. Memphis heard the distant flapping of wings and turned to see Castiel sitting on the other bench.

"Dean, your boyfriend is here."

"Real charming, Memphis." Dean turned and smirked at the angel. "What do you want?"

"I'm not here to judge you, Dean."

"Then why are you here?"

"You misunderstand me. I'm not like you think. I was praying that you would choose to save this town."

Memphis snorted. "You were?"

"These people, they're all my father's creations. They're all works of art. And yet even though you stopped Samhain the seal was broken and we are one step closer to Hell on Earth for all creation. And that's not an expression Dean, that's literal. You of all people should appreciate what that means."

Memphis stood up. "Alright this is about to get too touchy feely for me. I'm going to back to the motel. See ya around, angel face."

Memphis threw Castiel a wink, grabbed Dean's car keys, and walked away with both men staring after her. Once she was out of earshot Castiel turned to Dean again.

"Your sister is an interesting person."

"Yeah, I know but you got to love her." Dean said with a smile.

"She is special, Dean but she doesn't think so. She doubts herself even more so than you do."

"Does she really play a role in the war?"

Castiel nodded. "Yes, a very important one but not until much later."

"What is it?"

"I'm not at privilege to say at this time. Can I tell you something if you promise not to tell another soul?"


"I'm not a hammer, as you say. I have questions. I have doubts. I don't know what is right and what is wrong anymore, whether you passed or failed here. But in the coming months you will have more decisions to make. I don't envy the weight on your shoulders, Dean. I truly don't. Our orders were not to stop the summoning of Samhain. They were to do whatever you told us to do."

"Your orders were to follow my orders?" Dean asked incredulously.

"It was a test to see how you would perform under battlefield conditions, you might say."

"You guys are seriously trying to drive me insane."


Dean gently shook Memphis awake when they arrived at Chuck's house. They walked very cautiously into the house. It was a wreck and there was blood everywhere. Sam was about to turn a corner when Chuck, with a lamp, came out of nowhere and hit him in the head. Memphis had to hold back a laugh.

"Ow!" Sam yelled staggering backwards.

"Sam? Oh my god, are you okay?" Chuck asked.

"Well my head hurts!"

"No, I mean in my last vision you went all Vadar. Your body temperature was a hundred and fifteen and your eyes were black!"

"Your eyes were black?" Dean asked.

Sam looked back at him with a heartbroken expression. "I didn't know…"

Memphis looked at the blood then at Chuck. "Where's Cas?"

"He's dead."

Dean's head snapped up while Sam automatically moved to Memphis' side and put his hand on her shoulder for support. Chuck continued to explain.

"The archangels really tore into him."

"They killed him?" Dean asked.

"Well it was more like he exploded. It was nasty."

Memphis stopped listening and instead started throwing things around the house. Dean grabbed her and pulled her into a tight hug.

"It's okay. It's okay. I'm sorry, Memphis. I'm sorry."

Memphis was clutching Dean for dear life and that scared him because she never hugged him back when she was upset, she usually fought. She was at the end of her rope and Dean knew it.

"This sucks ass." Chuck announced. "Oh no! I hear them…they're coming."

"Who?" Sam asked.

"The angels."

"Hello Winchester's."

All of them turned around to see Zachariah standing with two other angels behind him. It took everything Memphis had not to kill him on sight.

"What the hell do you want?"

"We need your help to track down Lucifer. He's circling his vessel and if he enters it, he will be unstoppable."

Sam snorted. "Lucifer needs a meat suit."

"Well he is an angel."

Dean shook his head. "You've got to be kidding me. You toy with us for months! To make us set Lucifer free and now you want our help to kill him?"

"Yes, that would be the plan." He turned to Memphis. "By the way, thank you for choosing to help Dean instead of Sam. It helped the process along. You'll have to make a similar decision very soon."

Memphis moved over towards a sliding separating door. That is when Zachariah noticed her hand.

"You're bleeding, Memphis."

Dean smirked at him, "Yeah, it's a little insurance in case you chuckle heads showed up."

Memphis pulled on the door and slammed her hand on the bleeding symbol she had smeared on it. A bright light illuminated causing the three angels to disappear. Memphis looked into the emptiness with tears in her eyes.

"I learned that from my friend Cas."

The Winchester's left Chuck and went to a near by hotel. Memphis crawled into one of the beds and pulled the covers up over her head. She felt the bed dip and then Dean's hand was rubbing circles on her back.

"I'm so sorry, little sister. I wish…I wish I could've saved him." He paused. "But we need to focus right now. Can you do that?"

"I need an hour of sleep, okay? Just give me one hour."

Dean nodded. "Okay, sweetie. I'll wake you up in an hour." He paused and said something he didn't normally say, "I love you, Memphis."

"Love you too." Memphis said into her pillow.

Memphis felt Dean place a kiss on her hair before he slowly moved away. Before Memphis slipped into unconsciousness she heard Dean and Sam arguing about how Sam didn't know how to apologize and Dean didn't want him too. Memphis dreamed of the day she saved Castiel's life.


Life for the Winchester's was seriously being turned upside down. Castiel and Uriel had them running around like chickens with their heads cut off trying to stop the seals from breaking. Their most recent case was with Anna Miller, a fallen angel, whom they were sent to protect. It had led them to hiding out in a warehouse with Anna. Memphis and Sam had devised a plan to attract both the angels and the demons to the warehouse with the help of Ruby and Dean. The doors busted open and in walked Uriel and Castiel.

"Hello Anna." Castiel greeted.

"How did you find us?" Sam asked. Uriel looked at Dean; Sam was shocked. "Dean?"

"Why?" Memphis asked playing her part in this perfectly.

"They gave him a choice, either hand me over or send him back to hell. I know how their minds work." Anna explained.

"I'm sorry, Anna."

Memphis looked at Cas as he spoke, she couldn't pin point it but it seemed Castiel had some sort of feelings for Anna.

"No you're not, you don't know the feeling."

"Still…we have a history. It's just…"

"Orders are orders." Anna finished for him.

Uriel smirked. "Let's do this."

"Make it quick." Anna demanded

The doors flew open and in walked Alastair and two of his minions holding onto Ruby. Memphis rolled her eyes at all the people in this room.

"Don't you touch a hair on that poor girl's head." Alastair said.

"How dare you come in this room you pussing sore!" Uriel yelled.

That's when Memphis noticed something around Uriel's neck. It was a glowing crystal. It was Anna's grace, Memphis was positive.

"Name calling. That hurts my feelings…you sanctimonious, fanatical prick."

Memphis smirked. "That was a good one. I might have to use that."

Alastair turned to look at her. "Well, well, well, the third Winchester. I haven't met you yet. I met Daddy and boy was he disappointed in you while he was in hell. And your poor brother screamed for you in hell every day. Begging you to save him but you never came. You left your brother in hell. I can't blame you though; you are extremely talented, no use wasting those talents on family."

Memphis glare was piercing. "Do not ever talk about my father. No scum from underground has the right to even mention his name. As for Dean? I did everything in my power to help him and he knows that. You angels and demons have to learn that trying to turn us against one another? Does not work. Now, I have a question for you demon boy. Why do people keep calling me special and talented? What are you talking about?"

"You have an extreme…"

Castiel interrupted before too much could be revealed. "Turn around and walk away now."

"Sure. Just give us the girl. We'll make sure she's punished good and proper."

"You know who we are and what we will do. I won't say it again. Leave now or we will lay you to waste."

"I think I'll take my chances."

The fight began. Angels, demons, and Winchester's everywhere. At one point Memphis found Anna hiding.

"Uriel has your grace around his neck. Get it. Fast."

Memphis ran back out into the fight in time to see Alastair trying to exorcise Castiel from his human vessel. Memphis ran over and hit Alastair in the back of the head with a crowbar. Castiel looked up at her in awe.

"You owe me one, angel face. Go exorcise the other demons."

Castiel did as she asked while Memphis turned onto Alastair. She had the demon knife in her hand and held it up to Alastair's throat.

"Tell me. Tell me now what everyone keeps saying about me."

"Ah, a little curious are we? You are going to be the one to make the biggest decision. Brother against brother and only the sister in between can choose. The one she chooses will be the victor." He recited the Bible verse with passion.

Memphis was about to respond when she heard glass break. She turned around to see Anna gaining her grace back.

"Shut your eyes! Shut your eyes! Shut your eyes!"

Memphis ducked behind something and closed her eyes as did everyone but the angels and Alastair. When the bright light finally stopped Memphis looked back up to see that Alastair and Anna had disappeared.

"This isn't over." Uriel threatened.

Memphis smirked. "I'm pretty sure it is."

The angels disappeared. Memphis, Sam, and Dean went over to help Ruby up. Dean started in on her already.

"Took you long enough."

"Sorry it took so long with the demon delivery. I was a little busy getting tortured!"

Memphis helped her through the doors. "You did good, Ruby. I still hate you and don't trust you any further than I can throw you but you did well today."

"Gee thanks."

Sam looked at Memphis. "I have to hand it to you, Memphis. Bringing them all together, angels and demons. It was a great plan."

"Yeah well, when you have Godzilla and Mothra on your ass, best to get out of the way and let them fight."

Dean chuckled. "Yeah, now you're just bragging."

"So I guess Anna is some big time angel now. I bet she's happy, wherever she is." Sam said sweetly.

"I doubt it." Dean mumbled.

Later that night while her brothers were asleep, Memphis snuck out and walked behind the motel to where it was deserted.

"Um…okay…I don't really know how this works but if you can hear me Castiel, could you please talk to me? I need to know something."

"What is it you need, Memphis?"

Memphis jumped and put her hand to her chest while turning around to face Castiel. She chuckled to herself before responding to him.

"I really should tie a bell around your neck." He didn't respond. "Okay…um…I need to know if what Alastair said was true."

"I'm not permitted to share this information with you, Memphis."

Memphis was afraid he was going to say that. "Yeah, okay, but the thing is, I have read certain passages in the Bible and I've read that verse before. Is it really me? The sister in between?"

"I am not…"

Memphis threw her hands up in a frustrated matter. "Ug! Why do I even bother? All I needed was a yes or no but you angels are incapable of such simplicities, aren't you?"


Memphis couldn't help but laugh at Castiel's small emotionless joke. She leaned up against the wall and looked into his pretty eyes.

"Can I ask you something that doesn't have to do with me and has to do with you?"

"You may ask I am not positive I will answer."

"What was up between you and Anna? I thought I saw some emotion shared between you two."

Castiel looked at her curiously. "You seem to do that often. Sense feelings or emotions on people. You have good instincts."

"And you have a good way of avoiding questions." Memphis chuckled.

"Anna was my superior. I think of her as an ally and a coworker. Nothing else. What you sensed were feelings of guilt for having to attack a good friend."

Memphis nodded in understanding. "That makes sense. I didn't mean to pry or anything, I was just curious."

"You have a very curious nature and have since you were a young teen."

"How do you know that?" Memphis asked.

"Your family is very important Memphis, and the angels and God have been watching you carefully since you were children. I know you very well."

"Well, I feel like that's a little unfair since I barely know you at all." She teased.

"There's not much to know. I am an angel of the Lord."

"Yeah, I got that part. Well, thank you…for coming to me even though you're Dean's angel. I actually wasn't expecting a response."

Castiel cocked his head to the side which Memphis thought was absolutely adorable of him.

"I am not Dean's angel. Dean is my charge as are you and Sam. I choose to come to Dean because he is the leader of you three."

Memphis rolled her eyes. "If I had a dime for every time I heard that, I'd be able to retire early."

Castiel cracked a miniscule smile then disappeared when Memphis blinked.


"Memphis! Get up, girl!"

Memphis shot up in the motel room bed at the sound of Bobby's voice. She leaped off the bed and into his arms. Bobby was like a second father to her and she cared for him deeply.

"Bobby, I've missed you."

"Same here, kid. Now I found out what the Michael sword was for you."

Memphis looked at her brothers. "What's the Michael sword?"

Sam smirked. "We let you sleep for a couple hours because you looked too deep in it to wake up. So you missed a message from Chuck. It said we have to find the Michael sword in a castle on a hill of 42 dogs."

Memphis mocked gasped. "I hope it's not dead dogs. That's just sad."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Bobby, what were you saying?"

Bobby pulled out several books from his bag and opened it up to pictures of the archangel Michael using his sword.

"It's the sword he used to send Lucifer into hell so if you guys get it…"

Sam finished his thought. "We can kick his ass all over again."

"Yeah but where is this castle?" Memphis asked.

Bobby threw her a book. "Start looking."

Sam got up to go look through the other books but before he reached them he stopped and turned around to face Bobby.

"What is it, Sam?" Bobby asked seeing the pained look on his face.

"Bobby, this is my fault."

"Sam…" Both Dean and Memphis tried to warn him.

"I broke the seal by killing Lilith. I didn't know. It's my fault, Bobby. You all warned me about Ruby and the demon blood but I didn't listen. I am so sorry."

Bobby stood up and walked over to Sam with an unbelievably angry expression. Memphis stood up and moved to stand next to her brother in case anything happened.

"You're sorry? You're sorry for starting Armageddon?" He yelled. "You damn idiot! You listen to me boy, if we make it out of this alive. You forget my number, you hear me?"

"Bobby!" Memphis yelled but Sam put his hand on her shoulder.

He had tears in his eyes as he spoke to Bobby. "Okay. There's a church near by…maybe I should go read some of the lore books there."

Bobby nodded. "Yeah, why don't you do that?"

Sam grabbed some of the books and although Memphis tried to stop him, he walked out the door. Memphis turned onto Bobby; she was furious.

"How dare you? He said he was sorry, he knows he screwed up, and you treat him like he's the scum of the earth?"

"He started the end of the world!"

"No! Actually that was Dean! Dean broke the first seal and Sam broke the last and hell I probably broke a few in between. So don't you dare throw all your blame on Sam!"

Memphis walked out of the motel room and went outside onto the iron steps that led to the upstairs motel rooms. She took a seat on them and placed her head in her hands. She needed Castiel. She needed him more than anything right now. Memphis couldn't help but think about the first night they kissed and had a real conversation.


Dean, Sam, and Memphis were returning from burying a friend of theirs, Pamela. She was psychic that had helped them a couple times and died from it. They arrived at their latest hotel room all in grumpy moods. Dean threw his bag down and turned on the light.

"Home, crappy home."

That's when they spotted Castiel and Uriel standing in the room. Memphis smiled at the sight of Castiel but he wasn't looking at her. Castiel was leaning against the wall facing the center of the room without actually looking at anyone. Uriel was staring straight at the Winchester's. Memphis noticed Castiel's stoic face and she knew that whatever they were going to say was not going to be good news.

"Well this doesn't look good."

Memphis sat on the bed and pulled off her t-shirt revealing a small tank top underneath. Castiel noticed a large gash on her bicep that was bleeding profusely. Sam grabbed the first aid kit, pulled out scissors, string, and a needle then sat down next to his sister.

"What happened to you?" Castiel asked without showing any emotion.

"She was thrown through a window trying to save the friend we just buried. Pamela, you remember Pamela, Cas. You blinded her! Well now she's dead. And my sister has several gashes and two broken ribs." Dean said angrily then turned to his siblings. "Sam, are you sure you can do that? Maybe I should do it."

Sam gave him a look. "I've stitched her up a hundred times. I can handle it."

Memphis groaned. "I don't care who the hell does it, just close it! It hurts like a bitch!"

Castiel walked over to the bed and laid his hand over top of Memphis' wound. A bright light illuminated from his hand and when he pulled away the gash was gone. Memphis touched her arm in awe but before she could say anything Castiel pulled her from the bed then placed his hand on her ribs. The throbbing disappeared and she looked at him shocked.

"Wow! Thanks, angel face." She winked as she always did after saying the nickname she made for him.

Castiel almost smiled. "Now I do not 'owe you one'."

Memphis laughed and sat back down on the bed. Dean decided to get the conversation back on topic.

"What are you doing here? You have Alastair, leave us alone for a while."

"Yeah, we have Alastair but he refuses to talk, no matter what. We need his best student to come and get him to." Uriel said with a smirk.

Memphis glanced at Dean and shook her head. "Absolutely not. No way."

Uriel turned to her sharply and barked. "Stay out of it! Your opinion means nothing!"

Castiel whipped around and gave Uriel a dirty look. "Do not speak to her like that. You know she has helped in so many ways and treating her like dirt is not the way to get them to help."

Memphis got up from the bed and walked towards the table where her bag was laying.

"It's okay, angel face. Don't sweat it. My Dad said worse things than that to me before."

"Will one of you tell us why the big deal with Alastair?" Sam asked.

Uriel took over. "Someone is killing angels and we need to find out who."

Dean ran a hand over his face. "And to do that you need me to torture Alastair?"

Cas turned back around. "You're the only one that can get to him."

Memphis sat in a chair at the table and sighed. "Jesus Christ. I don't know if I can deal with all this."

Castiel noticed a grim look on the usually chipper face. He knew that she was frustrated with him and he wanted to explain everything to her but he couldn't. Not now. Dean decided to break the tension.

"I'm not going with you. I can't, I won't torture again."

Uriel stepped forward. "You don't have a choice."

Memphis blinked and they were gone, including Dean.

"How the hell are we going to find him?" Memphis asked tiredly.

"I think I know someone that can help."

An hour later Sam walked in with Ruby. After Memphis threatened to kill her for ten minutes, Sam finally convinced her to relax and let Ruby help.

By the time Sam and Memphis reached the abandoned factory Dean was in, a fight had already broken out. Sam was trying to exorcise Alastair while Memphis ran to Dean. He was broken and bloody on the ground.

"Dean! Dean? Big brother, wake up! It's time to wake up, buddy."

Memphis was gently trying to slap him awake but it wasn't working. She looked over at Castiel, he was hurt too but nothing compared to Dean.

"Look what you did to him! This is your fault! Sam, come on!"

Sam did it, he didn't just send Alastair back to hell, he killed him. That thought alone scared Memphis half to death. Sam and Memphis carried Dean out to the car, forgetting Castiel, and drove as quickly as they could to the hospital. An hour later, Dean was stable but was still unconscious. Sam was on one side of his bed while Memphis was on the other.

"Sam…I don't know how you're getting so powerful but I hope you're not doing anything stupid to get that way."

Sam shook his head. "No…no, I'm not." Sam spotted Castiel outside the door. "I'm going to go talk to Castiel. Do you want to come?"

"No. Tell him to go to hell."

Sam didn't comment, he just continued to walk out of the room. Memphis was holding Dean's hand and crying against it.

"I'm sorry, Dean. I should've been there. I should have fought harder. I should be there for you…always."

Sam came back in ten minutes later. Memphis decided she needed to get some air.

"I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Be careful." Sam said as an afterthought.

Memphis walked out of the hospital and around the back into the deserted parking lot. She looked up to the sky and started taking to the one person she really needed right now.

"Daddy…Daddy, if you can hear me, I need your help. Please Dad. I never really asked for anything but I need you now. You have to help Dean and Sam. I'm scared I'm losing them. Dean almost died tonight…again. And Sam…oh god Dad, Sam is gone. Please Daddy…I can't do this anymore. I want you to be here. I want you to take charge again. I want you to be crazy army Dad again!" Memphis fell to her knees and cried. "I need you to be crazy army Dad again."

Memphis was sobbing in the middle of the parking lot but she knew the second Castiel showed up. She was starting to learn how to sense him. Memphis wiped at her face, stood up, and turned around to face him.

"You are not who I wanted."

"Your father can not visit earth."

"He has before."

"No, you made an illusion of him at his tombstone. That was not really him."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! I want my Dad, I need him here!"

Castiel shook his head. "I'm sorry. You can't see him."

Memphis walked up to Castiel and started pounding on his chest and crying again. She was screaming at him but he stood there and took it without so much as a flinch.

"My brother could have died and it would have been on your head! I hate you! I hate you! How could you do this to us?"

"I am sorry, Memphis. I did not mean to hurt you or Dean."

Memphis fell to the ground and Castiel went down with her still cradling her in his arms. Memphis cried into his chest for what seemed like forever but was probably only a few minutes.

"Memphis, I am not allowed to be here right now but I know you would not be able to take it if you didn't get some sort of answer."

Memphis moved to stand up again and Castiel followed suit. She looked him dead in the eye and asked him the question that was plaguing her nightmares.

"Do I have to choose between Dean and Sam? Am I going to have to kill one of them?"

Castiel did not break her stare. "You will have to choose. Whether or not to kill, well that is up to you."

"I won't do it."

"You must. It's already prophesized. You will choose the side of one over the other. You did it before and you will do it again."

"No, it was different before. Their lives weren't on the line before. They're both my brothers."

"I know."

"How can I possibly…I can't do it."

"I believe you will make the right choice."

Memphis rolled her eyes and ran both hands through her hair causing Castiel to tilt his head to the side.

"You do not believe in yourself. You never have and none of us know why."

"It's called having your self confidence beaten out of you at a young age. You saw my past, Cas. It wasn't pretty."

"But it always seemed like what your father would say didn't matter to you."

Memphis sighed. "It always matters. The words hurt more than anything else in the world. They beat you down and rip away every bit of confidence you have until you're empty. That's why I have such a hard time believing that I play any type of role because my brother's are the hero's, not me."

"But you are special. I do not understand why you cannot see it."

Memphis couldn't help but laugh. "You're such a dork sometimes. A hot dork but a dork none the less."

"My body temperature is no different from your own."

She laughed louder this time. "I meant you're very stimulating to the eye, Castiel. Is that easier for you to understand?"

"Yes, because you are very stimulating to my eye as well."

Memphis was a bit taken off guard. "Castiel, did you just say I was hot?"

Castiel didn't break his serious face. "I do not like the term hot. I think you are beautiful. Possibly the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. And I have been around for a long time."

"Well thank you…no guy has ever really referred to me as beautiful before except for…"

Memphis didn't finish her sentence. It hurt her to think of J.C. and everything they had gone through together. Unfortunately Castiel knew of the troubles and didn't have any real problem with discussing it.

"You love him, that man J.C."

Memphis shook her head stubbornly. "No. Not anymore."

"You think about him though and you call him occasionally."

"I haven't in a long time. I used to call him and hang up when his…when his wife answered."

"You wish you were his wife?"

Memphis looked at Castiel and gave him a small smile. "Not exactly. Yes, I loved him but I don't know if we would have survived marriage or anything like that. I think I wish I had a normal life sometimes but then I get out there and I grab my gun and I feel…right."

"I want you to know something, Memphis. You were never meant to be normal. You were always meant to be a hunter and you are one of the best hunters this world has ever seen and will ever see. That is why the angels take an interest in your life because you are strong, independent, and able to do handle anything handed to you."

Memphis snorted. "My bed hopping didn't get in the way."

Castiel chuckled. "No. In fact…those were my favorite parts."

"Wow, angel face, are you telling me you snooped into the bedroom?"

"Angels usually do not feel emotions but some, when they hang around humans long enough, start to think and feel like them. It is a rare hazard but a hazard none the less. When I would watch you with J.C. it seemed like you felt so much with him. I wonder what that feels like sometimes."

Memphis contemplated this for a minute. It was sad that Castiel couldn't enjoy the simple pleasures of life. Instead of just playing off his little confession, she decided to take a shot.

"Okay well…I'm going to do something right now and I really want you to just stop thinking for a minute and just…feel. Try your hardest to feel. Can you do that for me?"

Castiel nodded. "Well plausibly of course I can but…"

Memphis closed the distance between them and touched her lips to his. He was still and slightly shocked at first. The moment Memphis touched her tongue to Castiel's lips she felt his resolve disappear. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly to his body. Memphis' tongue massaged Castiel's until he got the hang out of it. She couldn't help her toes curling at the feel of Castiel's tongue and hands on her body. He pulled away from her still looking shocked.

"What did you feel?" Memphis whispered.

"Warmth and an odd feeling in my gut."

"Yeah, I don't know an exact term for the gut feeling but I had that too."

"We can not do that again, Memphis. That was lust and that is a deadly sin."

"That wasn't lust; lust would have been me doing that to you when we first met. I kissed you because I like you, Castiel. I don't know what it is about you and I know I'm not allowed to have feelings for you but I do. I'm sorry, Cas. I shouldn't have done that. I'll just go check on, Dean."

Memphis quickly walked back into the hospital not letting Castiel get in another word. Later on that night, Sam went back to the motel to pack so they could leave as soon as Dean was okay. Memphis was sitting in the chair next to the bed, holding Dean's hand, with her head on the mattress. She had her eyes closed and kept them closed when she heard Castiel flutter into the room. Dean awoke but Memphis still stayed silent.

"Are you okay?"

"No thanks to you." Dean's voice was hoarse.

"You need to be more careful." Castiel said.

"You need to learn how to manage a damn devil's trap." Dean snapped back.

"I know… our fate rests with you."

"Then you guys are screwed. I can't do it, Cas, it's too big. Alastair was right. I'm not a hero, I'm not strong enough. Well I guess I'm not the man either of our dads wanted me to be. Find someone else. It's not me."

"I believe in you, Dean. And so do a lot of other angels."

"So did you find out who was killing the angels?"

"Yes, it was Uriel. He was the traitor amongst us. I killed him this evening. I have a feeling I will be punished so if you do not see me for a while, do not worry. I will return." Castiel took a long pause. "Dean, may I ask you something?"

"If it's for another mission, you're going to have to give me a couple days."

"No. It's about something Memphis did tonight when I spoke with her."

"What did she do?" Dean asked with a nervous twinge to his voice.

"Well after she tried to punch me several times we spoke at length. Then she kissed me to help me feel."

Dean chuckled with a struggle. "Yeah, that sounds like her. Besides I could tell she cared about you."

Castiel looked at him. "How?"

Memphis could feel Dean's eyes on the back of her head. He gently rubbed his thumb over her knuckles.

"I know my sister better than anyone. I know every emotion and every thought in that girl's head. She likes you, Cas. She knows it's wrong but she does. Please if you have to break her heart, do it as gently as possible."

"I do not know how to break a heart gentle or otherwise."

Dean chuckled. "Alright well, just be nice. As nice as you can be."


Memphis saw Sam walking back towards the motel not too long after. They walked back into the room together to see Bobby bleeding on the ground, Dean stabbing a demon, and some demon bitch staring at them.

"Hello Sam, Memphis."

"Ruby?" Memphis asked.

"No. Meg." Sam said with hatred.

The fight broke out and just as Dean was about to stab Meg, the demon left her body. They rushed Bobby to the hospital and left before any questions should be asked.

"Where are we going?" Memphis asked completely left out.

"To Castle Storage on 42 Rover Lane." Dean answered.

Sam smirked. "Dad's storage lock up. He has the sword?"

"I guess so. We have to get there before the demons do."

The three of them arrived at Castle Storage and walked into John's lock up to see three demons lying dead on the floor.

Dean looked around. "What the hell?"

"I see you told the demons where the sword was."

The three of them turned to Zachariah and his two cronies standing there.

"Oh thank god, the angels are here." Dean deadpanned.

"What are you doing here?" Memphis asked.

"We're here for the sword and luckily you three idiots brought it with you."

Sam gave him an odd look. "We don't have anything."

Zachariah rolled his eyes. "You still don't get it, do you? You, Dean, are the Michael sword. The thing we need to put down Lucifer. You are the weapon Michael uses. You're Michael's vessel, or rather his receptacle."

"I'm a vessel?" Dean asked disbelievingly.

"You're the vessel. Michael's vessel."

"How? Why? Why me?"

"Because you are chosen! It's a great honor, Dean."

Dean snorted. "Oh yeah. Life as an angel condom. That's real fun. I think I'll pass."

Zachariah shook his head and took a step forward. "Joking. Always joking. This isn't a joke!"

"So wait…" Memphis stepped up. "Why are you telling us this? Why doesn't he just beam down into Dean?" A light bulb went off. "You need his consent! An angel can't enter a vessel without the person's consent."

"Unfortunately yes." Zachariah answered.

"Well you're not going to get it." Memphis said with conviction.

Dean shook his head. "There has to be another way."

"There is no other way. There must be a battle. Michael must defeat the Serpent. It is written."

"Yeah, maybe." Dean shrugged. "But on the other hand…eat me. The answer's no."

"Fine. You want to play this way. Your friend Bobby is gravely injured correct? Well how about I make it so he never walks again."

Dean looked him dead in the eyes. "No."

Zachariah made a gun motion with his fingers. "Alright, well how about Sammy here?"

Sam screamed out in pain and fell to the ground. Memphis kneeled next to him in horror.

"Next time, I'll break more than his legs."

Dean didn't break. "No."

"Alright well how about if Memphis doesn't have her lungs."

Memphis tried to gasp for air but it was impossible. She couldn't breath; she clutched at Sam's hand. Dean looked down in anguish but Memphis shook her head, mentally telling him to not give in.

"Fine. Still not enough? How about if I give you stage 4 stomach cancer?"

Dean clutched his stomach and started coughing up blood. Everything was starting to go black for Memphis and Sam didn't know what to do. Zachariah went up to Dean and grabbed his chin.

"What now, boy?"

Blood was pouring out of Dean's mouth. "Go to hell."

All of sudden there was an extreme bright light and then Castiel was there. Memphis wanted to cry out to him but she couldn't breath. Castiel immediately started kicking ass against Zachariah's sidekicks. He killed both of them and then turned to Zachariah.

"Castiel…how are you…"

"Alive?" Castiel gave a small smile. "Good question. How did these three end up on that plane? Another good question. I think we both know the answer. Put these three back together. I will not ask twice."

Zachariah disappeared but did as Castiel asked. Memphis gasped in a deep breath while Sam and Dean stood up. Castiel walked towards them while Sam helped Memphis up from the floor.

"You three need to be more careful."

Dean smirked. "Yeah, I'm starting to get that. Your frat brothers are bigger dicks than I thought."

"That's not what I meant. Lucifer is circling his vessel and once he gets it, you will be in far more danger than you realize."

Memphis stepped up towards Castiel with tears in her eyes. He looked at her sadly and wanted to comfort her but he didn't know how.

"I thought you were dead."

"So did I." Castiel said.

"How are you alive right now?" Sam asked.

Before he could answer Sam's question Memphis launched herself into Castiel's arms. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tightly to his body. Castiel closed his eyes and buried his face in her hair, taking in her scent. He was worried about her for the past two days and when he saw her struggling for air, it felt like everything was being taken away from him.

"I thought I would never see you again." Memphis whispered into his ear.

"I will try my hardest to never leave you." He whispered back.

Memphis pulled away slowly and she really wanted to kiss him but didn't want to do so in front of her brothers. Castiel placed a hand on Dean and Sam's ribs and branded them.

"What the hell was that?" Dean asked as Castiel did the same to Memphis.

"They're symbols that will protect you from angels."

Memphis chuckled. "You branded us?"

"I carved it into your ribs. I have to go. Like I said, be careful. I'll be in touch."

They blinked and Castiel was gone. Dean walked over to Memphis and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"At least you know, he's alive right?"

Memphis put on a brave face. "Right. So you're the Michael sword, that's kinda cool."

Dean laughed. "Yeah, it's gonna be a blast."

Sam rolled his eyes at both of them, "Try to take this a little seriously guys."

"Uh-Oh, Dean, I don't think Zachariah removed the stick he put up Sam's ass!"

"Shut up, Mem!" Sam said petulantly as he pushed her.

"Alright children!" Dean yelled while putting his hands in between them. "We'll worry about the Michael bullshit later; let's go see how Bobby's doing."